The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming through a grimy skylight in this abandoned gas station, casting a beam of light right onto a partially disassembled motorcycle on the oil-stained concrete floor. Like, the air's stale, smelling of old gasoline and motor oil as the sound of rain pounding on the metal roof above creates a steady hum, but somehow the puddles of water on the floor aren't reflecting anything - it's like they're just... black holes or something. The walls are covered in old advertisements and cobwebs, and it's really quiet except for the rain and the creaking of old metal pipes.